[Author's note: Recommended background song is Red Dead Redemption's "Estancia."]
Jack carried Cleo in his arms back into Wilson's cabin, still warm from fresh firewood lethargically roasting in the pit. The hunter and huntress entered the cabin, excited about how they would pass some time on this windy, wintry night. The pair immediately went towards the bed Jack slept on. Cleo was laid upon the comfortable sheets while Jack propped up the pillows for her. He looked down at his wanting Weavile companion, soon to be a lover. He admired every quality he could while he threw off his outside winter wear, viewing her through an entirely new perspective-one of romance.
The Weavile was a bit bigger than the rest, after all, a few inches less than four feet factoring in the tip of her crown of feathers. Compared to most Weavile, who were about three and a half feet at the most. Her fur was a gorgeous dark indigo color, plush, thick, and allowing her to blend in with the coffee-colored sheets she was laid upon. She was on her back with her limbs sprawled out, especially her legs. There was a darker spot right in between her legs from the lightly scented but highly potent, feminine juices being secreted from her genitalia. The Sharp Claw Pokémon was just begging-no, demanding Jack to throw off the clothes concealing his skin and vigorously fuck and ravage her to suit her predatory nature. She imagined his rigid rod of flesh intertwine and be sheathed in her sopping wet, feminine flesh passage and milking it down to the last drop and making her pregnant with as many offspring she wanted.
Cleo panted lightly at Jack who was down to his standard cabin apparel, pleading him to join him on the bed in the warm, protective sanctuary. Jack excused him as he ran towards the sink, wetting a few cloths to clean her up with before they would have fun together. The young man returned to his imminent lover, sitting up straight with a claw idly at her waistline and looking up with happy growls. There were still a few stains on her from her little performance with the heart Jack wanted to clean up. The hunter winked at the huntress, reminding both of them when he first cleaned her after bringing her inside and on the same bed.
First, Jack lightly scratched Cleo's forehead and underneath her chin, getting her in the mood to cooperate. Next, Jack placed the wet rag on Cleo's chest and passionately swabbed her down with firm circular motions on her chest to clean her up. The wet fabric briskly brushed against her stiffened dark nipples, and in conjunction with the cold water, shot tingles down Cleo's spine. The Sharp Claw Pokémon purred loudly in affection as she laid back and let the human wash her. The water also made her coat even darker and more striking, like a perfect black brumal sky in the night with a large silver moon softly hanging high. Once all of the blood stains were cleaned off, Jack swabbed her "dirty" legs with the cloth, starting with thorough circular motions on her inner thigh.
The huntress smiled and raised her leg for the hunter while resting the tip of a claw in the corner of her mouth, giving him a good view of her already wet crotch and letting him know she was into this. He refused to take his eyes off her lower opening, making his penis gradually grow and stiffen the more he stared and rubbed her inner thigh. Jack was losing his self-control; his body told him to quit the foreplay and dive head-first into Cleo's crotch and give her pleasure far beyond imagination.
Jack threw the rags aside, finally hopped on the bed, and loomed over the horny Weavile, casting a shadow over her. His hands cupped the sides of her chest with his thumbs rocking on her nipples and brought the upper half of her body closer to his. Jack loved the contrast of body temperature between his and hers, gliding his fingers all around the cold, wet hairs of her backside that welcomed any physical heat they could get from being exposed in the wintry night. Their lips were locked together, and their tongues darted into each other's mouths. Jack's large, broad tongue again contrasted nicely with Cleo's smaller, slightly barbed tongue as their lickers played with each other. Miniscule drops of saliva escaped through their tongues and fell onto the corners of their mouth, adding even more moisture to their love, of which they happily tried to lap and clean up. The lovers could smell each other from the moisture, taking in deep breaths and clutching onto their scented mark tight in their brains.
The Weavile's legs were hooked around Jack's hips as tight as they could be for leverage. Jack's right hand firmly cupped the back of Cleo's skull, right below her crown of feathers, while his other hand graciously rubbed her wet thigh, making her twitch and tighten even more at his touches. To return the favor, the huntress hooked her claws into the hunter's backside, digging past the fabric and starting to cut into the skin.
The hunter winced and groaned loudly in pain. The claws weren't doing enough damage to cause any serious injuries, but enough to counterbalance any pleasure he was receiving. He broke the kiss and hug combination with a small cry of pain to recover, making the Weavile relinquish her grip just a little bit in response. He succeeded in breaking off from Cleo, though her claws still managed to drag and cut some more skin and tear more fabric.
"Oh, ow-OUCH!" complained Jack. "Nnngh, ow…"
The hunter broke himself off and scooted back, trying to reset himself and thinking of a way to not get turned into a scratching post. She seemed unaware of what she was doing, though a bit sad at his discomfort. Luckily the hunter thought of an alternative.
"Maybe we should try something else. Like this, go with me…"
He didn't want Cleo to stop and apologize, so he wrapped his arms around her ribs and threw himself on his back at the foot of the bed. Cleo fell on top of him belly-to-belly and being pulled closer once more. Cleo smiled and took full control, showing an affinity for this new position of being on top. Soon the huntress dominated the hunter like he was a pitiful prey Deerling against the notorious predators of the frozen fields that she was proud to be one of.
The Sharp Claw Pokémon raised her hindquarters and backed up, waggling her hips and tail until her thigh brushed against Jack's still clothed erection, signaling her to stop. Cleo arched up and madly ground her pelvis against Jack's crotch, dry humping him. The hunter's hands were planted on the huntress's hindquarters, gingerly squeezing and rubbing them up and down past her cold fur, and his thumbs pressing and stretching on the very rim of her puckered orifice.
Her hands were cupped over Jack' shoulder blades, and doing so did cause him some more pain, but not nearly as painful as her claws digging into his back. Their mouths were tightly locked against one another again as their tongues tied into an inseparable knot. One of Jack's hands left her rump and pressed against her neck to draw the kiss closer; the Pokémon's spine tingled and arched in pleasure again.
Their tongues continued their little war in their mouths. Cleo was trying to be cute and fancy with hers while Jack went for more direct licks and laps inside hers, each unable to overpower one another of technique versus size. Soon Cleo's concentration lapsed and her crotch fell forward, off Jack's clothed erection. She didn't notice continued to hump against Jack's waistline for a little bit and falling backward, pressing her rump against the side of the shaft.
Jack lasted just a few more moments until he wrestled his mouth to break free from Cleo, being erotic in its own way as he desperately tried to free the erection imprisoned in his pants. His hands lifted his undergarments and finally exposed the rock-hard cock, standing and twitching just under six inches with a thin film of precum over his phallus. Jack's lover sniffed the air and smelled the lovely male musk of the human's exposed penis. She instinctively turned around quickly, almost scratching Jack across the face with the claws on her feet. Doing so placed Cleo's hindquarters mere inches from brushing against Jack's face.
He finally got a close up of Cleo's rump that she flaunted earlier when they were outside in the snow. Jack could feel traces of heat radiating off of it as a juice-soaked slit lightly bobbed in front of his face, starting to cause a trail of her lubricating fluids to pool, drip, and drop off from her pussy onto his collarbone. Her crimson tail feathers cutely twitched above her marvelous, dark rump, oblivious to Jack and her new pose. Jack's mouth fell open and his tongue peered out of his mouth, swishing about the air in thirsty desire, breathing and tasting the warm air coming from her body.
Cleo's face was mere inches from Jack's musky phallus. She eyeballed it in a half-curious half-wanting manner, wondering how she could interact with it without harming Jack. She already scratched his back with her claws and could try to stroke it if she was careful, or she could try her mouth while avoiding pricking it with her equally sharp teeth and-
In the midst of her thinking, Jack's tongue burrowed inside Cleo's cooch, sending a massive wave of raw pleasure through her body and directly into her brain.
"WEEEAAAVE!" cried Cleo out of shock and immediate pleasure of having his tongue pierce her pussy. It powerfully scraped and pushed against her vaginal walls of extra-soft, dripping flesh devoted entirely to carnal satisfaction. Each time Jack pressed and swept his tongue inside her feminine flesh, he was rewarded with more of her delectable, irresistible pussy juices dripping into his mouth and tongue. Jack's tongue greedily absorbed them like a dry sponge, jubilantly getting drunk on Cleo's feminine fluids and compelling him to harvest the tangy, romantic concoction.
Both of the hunter's hands clasped her hips to pull the entirety of Cleo's body closer to his face. Doing so allowed him tongue to penetrate even deeper into her loving, moist flesh cavity and acquire even more of the thirst-quenching, aromatic Aphrodisiac. Meanwhile, Cleo was experiencing total bliss and bucking her hips back to aid the hunter giving her oral sex. The human's lips were firmly planted on the Pokémon's vaginal lips, forming a tight lock to ensure no drop of her honey would dare escape and go to waste.
Jack's ears were blessed with a cabin full of horny Weavile squeals, squirms, and screams as he tongue-fucked her as hard as he could. Cleo could barely concentrate on trying to please Jack's cock in her maw. The best she could muster was encasing as much of it as she could in her mouth and suckle on it like a lollipop, getting a taste of the hunter's salty essence. Both of her arms were between Jack's arched legs, grabbing and tearing the sheets underneath them with her claws' sheer sharpness. The head of Jack's penis was pinned to her textured, ridged palette from her tongue pushing upwards and rubbing underneath it, careful to not tear or poke into it with her equally sharp teeth. It felt so good to Jack; he started to thrust his hips upwards to fuck her orally and rub his meat against more of her mouth. Just several pushes by both members later, Cleo embedded her claws into the sheets and screamed in orgasm, her voice considerably muffled by Jack's cock.
"[Y-Yes! There! More, moooore!]" Cleo wailed in her muffled native tongue as her body was forced to orgasm. Her pussy was vibrating and working twice as hard as before, making them excrete much more of her sought-after fluids. They quietly splashed out from the tight opening between her cunt and Jack's moist love-licker, splashing his face, some onto the bed, and some down his throat. He took a few moments to fully disconnect his tongue from Cleo, panting and purring loudly in tired satisfaction with her hindquarters raised as high they could go, stimulated by Jack squeezing and rubbing them.
Cleo unsheathed Jack's cock from her mouth and scooted off him to catch her breath right in front of the pillows. Her vagina was slowing down its orgasmic tremors and squeezing out the last of her sexual liquids to quietly drip on the sheets. Jack gripped his wet penis in his free hand and rubbed up and down, swiftly generating the excitement just below the threshold needed to start him on hitting his orgasm. He sucked hot air through his teeth and quickly sat up on his knees, penis still in hand, and aggressively jerked himself off. Jack held his most perverse thought tight in his mind about Cleo to reach orgasm. The hunter's breathing became audible, attracting Cleo's attention. She sat up on her knees as well and turned around with a blushing, horny but exhausted face from cumming, seeing her lover almost in pain from jerking himself off.
The sight of it bouncing up and down made Cleo's crotch tingle once more and made her mouth agape with arousal. All of a sudden, Jack stopped rubbing and clenched his cock tightly, aiming it up towards Cleo with an incoherent grunt of strained lust right as he began ejaculating. The first burst of his extra pent-up, sticky cum fired exactly like a gunshot from his Encore, speeding across the air in the cabin and splattering across Cleo's face; some of from it dropped its course and fell into Cleo's mouth. The salty taste of his male essence spread itself all across the predator's tongue, causing her to immediately crave more of his creamy, musky seed.
The Pokémon opened wide and rolled its tongue out as much as she could and held her two hands directly below her chin. She was ready to catch the remaining bursts of semen that immediately followed, hopefully her mouth. Gooey white shots of human DNA splattered itself all over the Pokémon's face, crimson collar, claws, and into her agape mouth salivating almost entirely by instinct. Multiple salvos of semen followed one after another in an erotic encore and splashed onto Cleo, adding a biological white coating to her naturally dark fur. Soon Jack's cumshots stopped short and aimed low to hit her stomach and the sheets, then totally ceased firing. The result was the Sharp Claw Pokémon covered in human cum, hungrily licking herself clean of his delicious protein where the only place she imagined would be better deposited was up far in her crotch.
Cleo cleaned herself as much of the hunter's salty, delicious protein as she could while cutely staring at Jack. Jack was still recovering from blowing his load. He even felt light headed from the ecstasy his body created, and suddenly feeling very thirsty. The hunter's lover leaned forward and put one hand on his shoulder and the other down to his fading erection, fixing his gaze upon him with eyes of pure infatuation.
"[Oh… don't worry.]" Cleo cooed while gingerly jacking him off between the dull sides of her claws. Jack temporarily pulled himself away from their love making and got up to go to the sink.
"Pardon me…"
He set the faucet to full blast to rehydrate himself while taking some time to think about what the two of them just did.
Was what the two of them did wrong, he thought? He heard a few stories from the news about trainers and their Pokémon in sexual relationships. Jack remembered the fact they were considered taboo and carried a lengthy jail sentence and other punishments, should such relationships surface. Even he thought they were disgusting and wrong from the first times he heard about them. Something taboo that would never be spoken of again, lest they suffer serious consequences for it.
Jack thought about how Wilson would react if he caught them in the middle of their love session. Just thinking about it made him break into a cold, regretful sweat and unusually fast heart rate. The young man desperately looked out the window and to the door. Outside was nothing but darkness now, and the door didn't move an inch, as it was just an inanimate object. He wiped his forehead and sighed in relief. Wilson said he was going to be gone for a few hours with the taxidermist, so that still left Jack and Cleo with a lot of time alone.
The hunter faced the huntress after rehydrating himself. It sat up on its knees with its face still covered with the hunter's salty and savory protein. So much remained that small amounts started to drip off the sides of her arms and jawline. She leaned forward and tilted her head, showing her right cheek towards the human. Her tongue rolled out and slowly wiped her lips and stayed lulled out of her mouth with gentle, patterned breathing. One of her claws pinched her right nipple, cooing and demanding more from Jack. She was still in a full-blown heat, craving more fun to be had with the human.
Jack's erection stopped fading away at the sight of Cleo covered in his essence and on her knees, demanding more of his seed through her body language. He felt drained around the crotch, but he could still happily satisfy that needy, horny Weavile lost in arousal one way or another. And not doing so would be the worst possible thing he could do to the poor Pokémon with such anxious needs.
The outdoorsman discarded any thought about whether what he did and was about to continue morally right. Who cares what they did, as long as Wilson didn't know about it? Just pass the cuts and stains off as scuff marks after Cleo got a little rowdy, nothing more and nothing less. All he wanted to was jump back into the bed and have another romp with the Sharp Claw Pokémon, wanting the same thing. Jack had another glass of water to give him some more stamina as he sauntered over with a playful grin for having fallen for her seduction.
"Oh, you little devil, you."
Cleo looked up expectantly at Jack, making him shudder just a tad at thinking of the acts they would perform this time and the waning fire making the cabin colder. The hunter liked seeing the huntress sloppily painted white with his DNA and cleaning herself for him. He certainly didn't mind when he was pinned on the bed. Her claws didn't hurt as much when they were on his shoulder blades. And the stories he heard of them did think to treat them as sort of an apex predator, after all, making her naturally be placed high up and controlling ones that fell underneath with those sharp tools of hers…
Jack took a good look at her claws and the small cuts she already made on the sheets. It reminded him of his somewhat aching back when they dug past his shirt and broke his skin. Not wanting to repeat it again, Jack hopped onto the bed behind Cleo and scooted towards the pillow, stroking his phallus to retain its hardness and wiping off the semen that was left over.
"I think I'll like this," he said while raising his left leg and swinging it over Cleo's head. Next, he inched himself downward, making his head rest on the pillow and placing Cleo right at his core. He used a single palm to press on the sides of his chin, cracking his neck on both sides to truly get more comfortable. The hunter smiled at the huntress and beckoned her to come closer and dominate him as such ravenous predators were naturally meant to do to prey.
"All yours."
The black devil made a rolling purr like an old rudder at seeing Jack open himself up and left to her will. Curiously, she lowered herself and sniffed all around his cock, breathing in more of that magnificent male musk. Her tongue devilishly jutted out and wiped all around Jack's penis. It picked up any loose male protein left behind, making her near intoxicated on his milky, masculine musk. At the same time, her claws pressed themselves firmly on the crease between his thigh and his pelvis, breaking through the skin by lightly dragging her palms, causing Jack about the same amount of pain from them on his back. But the greater peril was the fact her claws dangerously close to his scrotum. It could effortlessly slice it open if Cleo wasn't careful, causing a lot more problems than simply having sex with a Pokémon.
(Oh this might be a mistake!)
Jack whined while he squirmed from getting scratched again, this time near way more tender areas. He was deathly afraid that speaking up would scare her and cause a claw to veer off over his scrotum, which was the last thing he needed. Luckily, Cleo soon stopped her oral sex and noticed the small trickles of blood she just drew out. The Sharp Claw Pokémon pulled her hands away and hungrily licked the breaks in his skin clean, almost in mockery of Jack's suffering. The taste of his blood and semen gave her an extremely exotic, wanting concoction that pleased her taste buds. With a sly look, she dug one of her stained digits into her mouth and lethargically pulled it out with a wet and seductive pop sound. The outdoorsman had one hell of an "I immediately regret my decision" expression from being left to Cleo's somewhat morbid volition.
Cleo suddenly dropped her mouth over Jack's meat stick, sandwiching it between her gums and tongue again, twisting her velvety licker on the underside of it. She loved the raw, musky taste of the hunter's meat and puckered her mouth, making a much tighter seal on his penis. Some of the discomfort Jack received immediately faded away. In fact, it probably felt better than it would have otherwise been if it wasn't for the scratches, pain, and risk of one of her hands jerking towards his most sensitive area. Such pain and risk seemed to amplify the pleasure the young man was receiving.
He didn't complain, instead making muffled, mirthful moans as Cleo worked her lower jaw and the put tension on his sensitive steak, sucking him off for another drawn out minute. The hunter's meat soon got as stiff as it could as Cleo threw her head back with a wet slapping sound, leaving her mouth covered in saliva. But she was far, far from having her sexual appetite fulfilled.
Cleo abruptly scrambled on top of Jack to mount and straddle him, accidentally pinning the bridge of his shaft against her wet slit. Her rump was raised with twitching tail feathers while Jack slid an arm down and freed his phallus, making it stoutly stick up in the air. Traces of heat could be felt radiating off her genitals, knowing the best part was fast approaching. Jack felt a tiny droplet of her fluids fall and scatter on his waist from her sheer arousal. The Sharp Claw Pokémon could no longer resist the urge to mount the human and sexually ravage him.
The Weavile romantically locked eyes with Jack; fiery orbs of ruby from the wild locked with crisp orbs of sapphire from civilization. Cleo raised her rear just a little more and started to shift it backward- Jack swore he saw a light smile on her face.
With a mighty push downward, Cleo slammed herself onto Jack's penis, penetrating her.
And immediately she cried out in ecstasy that could only be conceived in estrus.
Jack jerked at the entirety of his meat being sheathed inside the Weavile's pussy and her pelvis grinding on top of his. To the Weavile, it was a tight fit, but oh so very worth it as every muscle fiber in her sopping vaginal walls brushed against the muscles in his meat. Cleo looked down with a look of drunken, hormonal happiness ripe with blush at the human. Exaggerated, horny female whines filled the cabin as she started to become more active and mate with the human, soon to be marked as his and to hopefully be made a mother.
The Weavile stopped grinding and cemented her hands onto Jack's chest, tilling through his shirt and breaking his skin again as they pressed against his torso. She used it as a lever to raise herself an inch at best and immediately drop herself on her lover, dynamically repeating in a robust rhythm. Both bodies had payload after payload of raw, rutting pleasure get directly injected into their brain along their highway of neurons and nerves with every rise and drop made by the Weavile, achieving higher intensity as she gradually worked herself to go higher. Fleshy, wet *spwlitch*slapping sounds mixed with lusty whimpers of both genders echoed with every repeat of her sexual rhythm.
Jack started to breathe hard as he tried his best to reduce the pain of her claws digging into his chest while she was fucking him as hard as ruthless she could kill a defenseless Deerling fawn. It helped that he genuinely enjoyed their faux predator-prey domination and submission play, glad to be on the receiving end of both cases in spite of the possible pain. As much as the pain directly detracted from the pleasure he was indulging in, he honestly did not want it to go down any other way. Both of the human's palms groped the Pokémon's rump, further establishing it by trying to "pull" her off and "resist" their vigorous act of breeding.
The Sharp Claw Pokémon's back arched back from getting grabbed on the ass, now starting to add little spins and twists for gyroscopic flare. Thrust, thrust, slap-quip, Cleo also added some slow high-and-hot raises, leaving just the tip of his phallus inside her for monstrous slams on his crotch. After doing so, she ground her hips after fully sheathing Jack's penis in her pussy again, completing the luxurious sexual mix-up. The entirety of Jack's meaty muscle was engulfed by her wet walls every time she slammed down on him, partially aided by some the saliva left behind on his crotch. The hunter felt her pussy trying to milk him for all possible worth as his penis tried to hunker down and be sheathed inside her tightly. Jack's knees shot up from his legs being retracted, shivering as if he was buck-naked outside right now.
"Weave! Weavile! Vi-Weave wea vi!" moaned Cleo as she starts to go even faster, fucking the ever living daylights out of the human like no tomorrow. Because Jack already ejaculated all over Cleo from their first session, he was A-Okay with Cleo picking up her pace. She could go as fast as she wanted and their intercourse would still go on for a while. The human was in complete submission of being pinned down under her and getting roughly fucked at a pace beyond his control, and he was entirely okay with it. He didn't appreciate her claws tearing up his chest up even more, but if it meant he could be ridden for a few more minutes, he would gladly stomach the pain. And so he did, allowing both of their bodies to try and hit their second orgasms as quickly as possible.
The Weavile felt a warmth spread to every part of her body like a flame creeping along a piece of dry tinder. Her pussy muscles tightly contracted and snapped like a powerful recoil spring, bringing a secondary orgasm. She knew that her second wave of lubricative, male-attracting, feminine fluids was going to start spewing out in erythematic fashion, and how wonderful it would feel. The Weavile wanted to do this with the human every day, the only one she dearly loved.
Cleo kicked it into a full-throttle, dominating fuck and worked her hips as hard as she possibly could with her remaining stamina. Her ventilation became strained and swift, puffing for air every so often and starting to sweat from the exertion. The claws were even more vicious against Jack's shirt and chest, amplifying both signals of pain and pleasure. The outdoorsman took his hands off his lover's rump to let her be more efficient. Said hands spread on either side of the human and pressed against the sheets as support. Jack raised his no more than a few inches to elevate Cleo's ride and tried to time it to thrust with her. The body heat started to intensify inside the Pokémon's body as she thought about how many Sneasel babies he would give her in return.
"Vi~Vi Weavile!" howled Cleo. Her eyes were sealed shut and her tongue was out of her mouth from unfiltered ecstasy. The Sharp Claw Pokémon managed to squeeze in about a dozen thrusts in the span of a few seconds as if she was stealing his energy. By now, Jack's erection was just starting to chaff and go raw from the sheer amount of rubbing it did against her crotch until she pressed herself against Jack's manhood as far as she could go.
A high pitched whine reverberated throughout the cabin from Cleo's second orgasm. Her feminine flesh clamped down and madly pulsated like an autonomous vice grip around his throbbing, yearning erection. High amounts of pussy juice gushed from the walls and splashed out of their tightly-interlocked genitalia in perfectly blended waves. Jack's groin region was doused in her lovely juices and egging Jack on to give her more of his seed. He used this opportunity to catch some breath and suck air in to help numb some of the pain he was still in. After the fourth major pulsation and leak, Jack sat up and started to propel himself in and out of her tender, orgasming cunny so he could join her in his second climax.
The hunter's approach completely threw the huntress off guard, even managing to extend her orgasm by a couple more dying streams of wet affection. The Weavile's hands were finally taken off Jack's chest and put one on his upper back and the other against his nape for support. Her eyes were wide open in shock and post-orgasm jubilance, for now it was Jack's turn to return the sexual favor.
Intense wet meat slapping sounds rung in their ears with an encore of *spwlitch*, *spliptch *,*spurligtch.* Jack started to feel that climactic build up churn deep in his groin, unable to wait anymore to hit his second orgasm. Partially to finish their intercourse on a high note, and partially so Jack wouldn't have to deal with the Sharp Claw Pokémon's namesake rip through his shirt and tear his skin anymore. Much like how Cleo did, Jack accelerated his thrusts more and more, coaxing that familiar build up to surface and erupt inside of his lover.
"Erngh, hrrnguah! Ah, I-" groaned Jack from Cleo moving her claws up and down against her back and from the strain of desperately trying to cum, "fuck! Fah-Fuh, Cleo~!"
The pent-up payload got the pressure it needed to shoot up and dynamically expel itself from Jack's body. He gave one final, full-length raise and slammed Cleo onto his shaft to give his orgasm the tiniest nudge it needed to be let loose. Jack clenched Cleo as tight as he could immediately before his body took over and started his second round of hardcore ejaculation.
The first salvo of his balmy and ropey seed shot out like a hotly loaded rifle bullet deep inside her womb. So much came with the opening at such a high speed, that a few droplets of it instantly rebounded and splashed against the lower half of his shaft. A trembling, recoiling encore of semen followed in swift orgasmic contractions. It took only two salvos completely oversaturated the Pokémon's genitals and started to flood her uterus with his seed leaking out through every tiny opening of their locked together genitals.
Several more salvos of the human's seed gushed out and embedded itself deep inside Cleo. The seemingly endless streams of his hot, balmy semen threw her into unparalleled, hormonal, carnal ecstasy of knowing she was being bred. All she could think about was that she was getting countless Sneasel babies directly pumped deep into her fertile, receptive womb and grow within as a result of breeding with a perfect mate. Cleo imagined her breasts expanding and full of nourishing milk and her belly swelling up even more with so many so beautiful babies to birth and raise to be the best hunters this land of ice will ever see as Jack seeded her belly.
Realistically, both of them knew that there was near zero chance of this interspecies intercourse conceiving offspring.
But there was always the tiniest chance it would happen, and that was more than enough for Cleo.
Not to mention all the times they could redo this.
Jack's climax died down, and he felt utterly exhausted and drained of any sperm or stamina that was left inside of him. He gave exaggeratedly hyperventilated from the toll their intercourse had on his body. The hunter was left with a parched mouth, a partially ruined bed, a terribly torn up shirt, and who knows how many bleeding scratch paths were tilled into his torso.
"Oh… Oh my…oh man, huuuf, huuuuuf, ah man…" Jack mused aloud with Cleo still clinging onto him. He carelessly fell backward onto the pillow, sweaty and thoroughly worn out. He stared at the ceiling with a light head and fuzzy eyes, slowing down his ventilation. His Weavile mate finally relinquished her grasp on her back and stretched herself out over his stomach, setting her claws on top of his shoulders yet again.
Cleo thoroughly showered Jack in countless kisses, licks, and forehead nudges of pure affection towards him, complete with the motor-like purring of female Weavile satisfaction into his ears. The hunter panned his view towards the estrus-euphoric Pokémon and couldn't help but smile warmly at her. He pressed her tighter against his chest and lavishly stroked her entire back with one hand and the other to grope and massage her rump. Her coat felt even softer to the touch after they mated.
"[Thank you, thank you! I love you, I love you so much for making me so happy~! I wanna do it again!]"
"Well… that was fun, heh… wasn't it?" Jack answered while lightly laughing, not quite picking up what she said, other than that she was beaming with bliss. "You can mount me whenever you want to, Cleo~."
The lovers' sexual highs were wearing off, leaving Jack to deal with the scratches all over him. The hunter meticulously took the huntress off his stomach, sat up, and let his legs dangle loosely over the bed's edge. He was sore and bleeding. Jack felt like he marched through a mile of overgrown thorny bramble with all the wet marks of irritation running across his body.
"But maybe next time we'll do it Eevee style."
Cleo only gave another cute whine as Jack got off the bed to try and clean each other up. The same rags were put under the running sink and brought to Jack's bed where they were quickly put to use. Cleo happily allowed herself to be cleaned again while Jack did his best to wash away the blood on his body. Once that was done, he tried his best to clean the bed, dampening the sheets with the rag and scrubbing it down to get as much of the sexual stains out from the bed. The stains and scratches he could probably pass off as Cleo just getting rowdy and not keeping her mouth closed. Enough of it was cleaned up that Wilson most likely couldn't figure out exactly what the two of them did when he returned.
As soon as Jack was done with the rags, he remembered that there was still a Stantler he had to process outside, and maybe get a spare shirt while he was on his feet. Jack sighed and threw on his outdoor gear to finish the job. He moved towards the door and looked behind him. The Weavile propped herself against the pillows and curled herself up in a ball, fast asleep with a darkened, damp coat that made her look gorgeous. Jack gave a huge, awkward smile and blushed deeply at his lover.